Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Homosexual, artist - Momus. Date of issue: 18.08.2016
Song language: English
The Homosexual |
| I love women but I’m thinking of giving in |
| I love women but what’s the point of arguing |
| With the men from boarding schools and building sites |
| Who’ve told me I’m a homosexual all my life |
| One stop past Embankment and the coughs begin |
| Hell hath no fury like an insecure Englishman |
| You don’t need psychoanalysts to translate this |
| 'There is an open homosexual in our midst' |
| The homosexual they call me it’s all the same to me |
| That spectre they projected I will now pretend to be |
| Since their neurosis is what passes for normality |
| It’s okay with me if I’m queer |
| Since their tone-deafness is called the love of music |
| I won’t disabuse them |
| I’ll make love with their women |
| I’ll make them sing notes of pleasure |
| Their husbands will never hear |
| I love women but I take them by surprise |
| Pretending absolute indifference to their breasts and thighs |
| Like their hairdressers and dressmakers I hear confessionals |
| Reserved for homosexual professionals |
| As I put their feet in stirrups with my limp wrist |
| (A trick I learned from a homosexual gynaecologist) |
| I recall the words my first girlfriend ended our first date with |
| 'I feel privileged you chose me to go straight with' |
| 'The Homosexual' they call me |
| It’s all the same to me |
| That spectre they projected I will now pretend to be |
| Since their neurosis is what passes for normality |
| It’s okay with me if I’m queer |
| Since their tone-deafness is called the love of music |
| I won’t disabuse them |
| I’ll make love with their women |
| I’ll make them sing notes of pleasure |
| Their husbands will never hear |
| You who called me shirt-lifter in Chemistry class |
| You who sniggered 'Look out for your arse' |
| Now your women wash your shirts, now your kids are born, baby Look out for your |
| horns |
| You who called me teapot, who plagued me with your bile |
| Guess who I’ve got coming to the boil |
| Why not grab the nettle I’ll settle for being the kettle if you’re the pot |
| I take my tea like my revenge: sweet and hot |
| 'The Homosexual' they call me |
| It’s all the same to me |
| That spectre you projected I will now pretend to be |
| Since your neurosis is what passes for normality |
| It’s okay with me if I’m queer |
| Since your tone-deafness is called the love of music |
| I won’t disabuse you |
| I’ll make love with your woman |
| I’ll make her sing notes of pleasure |
| That you will never hear |
| Never in a million years |
| No fucking fear |